Random blabber from Two thousand-11

With passion I was born
But will live without passion
Die with it's regret in it's absence
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I hear my name being called

I am being beckoned so

so lovingly , my name is said out

in a sing song manner

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You do not see what I can

The eyelids close

The grainy image of what I saw is still intact

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The sound of incoherence

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Far away from twisted minds. 

Transport me to solitude, near a green lake.